Roberto carlos had gained all the fame and attention money respect and love from his fans over the decades but it had come to this. All of that gone in a moment. What was all that money and luxury worth if the people hated you, if they didn't want to show your face if they made fun of your children in school just for being associated with you. He was as good as dead. No even worse if he had been dead his children would be spared his family could live their lives without the shadow of his poor reputation. He was dragging them down he wasn't a caregiver a provider anymore he was a liability. If he just disappeared like that -- pooof -- they'd have everything he had worked so hard to provide for them without the liability of his name. They would be better. Happier, richer, more fulfilled lives. His wife could marry someone else who didn't embarrass her in front of the country and the world his daughter would have someone who would be able to protect her from her mean classmates not gave them even more reasons to. No this was it. He would have to end his life. There was no other way.
No roberto Carlos, a voice inside his head told him. There's other ways, you don't need to end your life to get away from your family. You could move away from the city you could move away from the public attention, it said. No, he told himself, not anymore. This is my life this is what I have done this is the only thing I can do. I cannot live without being loved in the public eye this is my identity. Without it I'm a nameless worthless ghost who cannot feed himself a helpless child who needs to be fed and taken to the toilet A baby no one cares about. A fucking embarrassment that is who he would be without his identity.
He gave it another consideration. Maybe there was an alternative after all.
Three years later Roberto Carlos was rich, happy had all the fame money respect and attention, the media loved him again. Except, he wasn't in his homeland anymore. America was a land of second chances. They didn't care about his formerly dark reputation. His wife was happy, his children were popular and he had earned more respect and fame, more tv show appearances and talk show jokes than he had ever imagined even in the heights of his former career. This was a dream beyond the wildest dreams. All he had to do was seek refuge in America and employee the best the most expensive PR agencies money could buy. He even had money to send to those poor girls, not to shut them up no nono just for their trouble for having been so awful to them. Their families could live in comfort and they too could buy themselves out of shame. He was good guy really, he had just done what everyone did in those days, just got up with the wrong thigns at the wrong time, and now he had repented for his sins, by improving their lives. It was a wonderful life, and Roberto Carlos was a good kind godfearing man who everyone loved. Even those girls, I bet, he thought, with a smirk.
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